Marquis Poyu lounged lazily on his throne, his jade-like pale fingers gently tapping the armrest. His gaze swept across the three corpses below in the grand hall. The space within the hall slightly trembled, and faint ripples of an immortal spatial law brushed over the three corpses. With a hissing sound, the corpses instantly disintegrated into dust.
“That little fellow must be dead by now,” murmured Poyu with a slight smirk. “But he was merely the interest.”
Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed from outside.
“Master!”
“Master!”
Urgent cries rang from beyond the hall.
“Enter,” Poyu frowned slightly and spoke.
At once, a handsome young man rushed in, clad in purple battle armor adorned with silver embellishments. His slightly sunken eyes had emerald-green pupils, and secret patterns marked his forehead. The young man, filled with grief and fury, fell to his knees before the throne and pleaded desperately, “Master, please save my homeland—Mo Cha Star!”
“What’s the matter?” Poyu furrowed his brows slightly. “Your homeland, Mo Cha Star, is a mighty planet with several immortals. Why would it need my intervention?”
“My fellow clansmen unknowingly offended the Moncang King’s faction,” the young man’s voice trembled with emotion. “Who would have thought the mighty Moncang King himself would personally intervene, using a powerful spatial secret art to draw my entire homeland, Mo Cha Star, into his divine realm!”
“Drawn into the divine realm?” Poyu was visibly startled.
The divine realm was the very lifeline of an immortal god. While Sovereign Lords possessed an “inner world,” immortal gods had their “divine realm.” If an inner world collapsed, the Sovereign Lord would perish. Likewise, if an immortal god’s divine realm collapsed, weaker immortals would die outright, while others with secret arts or treasures might survive but with drastically reduced power and bleak prospects. In short, the divine realm was the essence of an immortal’s existence.
Divine realms had countless wondrous uses, and it was largely due to their divine realms that immortal gods were so formidable. Within their divine realm, their power surged dramatically. Drawing enemies into one’s divine realm could grant a significant advantage, but it also gave the enemy the chance to attack the divine realm itself. Thus, unless they had absolute confidence or were pushed to the brink, immortals rarely drew enemies into their divine realms.
To draw an entire planet into a divine realm?
“Your homeland, drawn into Moncang’s divine realm, will surely meet a tragic fate,” Poyu gazed down from his throne at his kneeling disciple. “If he merely wanted to destroy it, he could obliterate your planet with a single punch. But since he went to such lengths to draw your homeland into his divine realm, he won’t stop until he’s thoroughly tormented it.”
“How exactly did your clansmen offend him?” Poyu frowned.
“It was merely a trivial matter!” The youth knelt before the throne, his voice thick with grievance. “We’ve had our share of petty disputes before, always settled by Moncang’s underlings. Yet this time, Moncang himself stepped in—dragging my entire homeland into his divine dominion!”
“Please, Master, save my homeland!” the young man begged desperately.
“I can’t,” Poyu shook his head.
“Master!” tears welled in the young man’s eyes.
Poyu glanced at his kneeling disciple and softly said, “I’ll try.”
Closing his eyes slightly, he connected his consciousness to the virtual cosmic network, reaching out to a friend to plead with Moncang King on his disciple’s behalf.
Only moments later.
“You may leave now,” Poyu opened his eyes and said.
“Master?” the young man looked up, his face filled with hope.
“Your homeland had the misfortune of offending Moncang at the height of his fury,” Poyu frowned and snapped. “No one can save your homeland now.”
The young man clenched his fists tightly.
“Leave!” Poyu barked coldly.
“Yes,” the young man dared not say more, fearing to anger his icy mentor, and respectfully withdrew.
Alone now in the grand hall, Poyu furrowed his brows and muttered to himself, “No wonder Moncang is so furious. The inheritance spot in the ‘Demon Sound Mountain’ that his powerful teacher secured for him was stolen… Tsk, this means he’ll have to wait another 10081 epochs for a new chance. If it were me, I’d be furious too. I wonder… who exactly stole Moncang’s inheritance spot?”
…
The vast divine realm.
An endless ocean rippled with waves, dotted with sparse icebergs. Above this boundless sea floated a magnificent palace complex, entirely deep green in color. At the center of this palace complex stood a colossal deep green divine statue, over a million kilometers tall—Moncang King’s likeness!
Tens of millions of kilometers away from the palace complex, a planet about 30,000 kilometers in diameter floated in the sea of stars.
Figures flew from this planet, kneeling in midair, continuously bowing and pleading.
“Moncang King! Have mercy!”
“Moncang King! Spare Mo Cha Star!”
“Moncang King! We are guilty! We are guilty!”
Immortals and Sovereign Lords knelt in midair, their voices booming across the expanse. Meanwhile, their homeland, Mo Cha Star, was engulfed in a nightmare—flashes of lightning, raging flames, drifting snowflakes, and ice spears raining down like countless swords from the sky.
Moncang King!
With flowing deep green hair, a square jaw, and eyes wilder than those of a star beast, he stood in midair wearing exquisite battle robes, coldly watching Mo Cha Star endure torment after torment.
“Mercy? Guilty?”
Moncang sneered, “Too late!”
“Too late!” “Too late!” “Too late!” “Too late!”… The words echoed repeatedly in the ears of the kneeling Mo Cha Star elites. The immortals and Sovereign Lords were filled with pain, regret, and hatred, yet utterly powerless—Moncang King, as a King-level immortal, was simply too mighty.
Moncang King’s divine realm exuded even more terrifying divine might.
The mere pressure of the divine realm left the immortals unable to resist.
“10081 epochs, over hundreds of millions of years! From birth to now, I’ve only lived 12,000 epochs. Making me wait that long again…” Moncang’s fury grew as he clenched his fists tighter, causing the surrounding space to tremble and even crack. “Which damned bastard stole my inheritance spot!!!”
“Who exactly is it!!!”
Moncang roared in rage, while the floating planet met an even more tragic fate.
…
Across the boundless cosmos, deep within the ‘Taichu Secret Realm,’ one of the four core secret realms controlled by the Human Race’s ‘Virtual Universe Company.’
Inside one of the 32 Demon Sound inheritance palaces.
Luo Feng was fully immersed in receiving the inheritance, unaware that he had unknowingly stolen Moncang King’s inheritance spot. Even for a King-level immortal, 10081 epochs was an incredibly long time. Moncang had only lived 12,000 epochs since birth—this was like someone at thirty, just ready to marry, being told by heaven, “Wait, marry at sixty.”
Who wouldn’t be anxious? Who wouldn’t be furious?
…
Inside the inheritance hall.
Black mist filled the air as layers of inheritance steps extended into the void…
Though the inheritance hall was only tens of kilometers long, the distance Luo Feng could see with his naked eye exceeded thousands of kilometers. This effect of hiding a world within a grain of sand no longer surprised him, as even Sovereign Lords could achieve such feats, so it wasn’t strange for the super beings who left behind the inheritance palace to do the same.
“Another part completed!” Luo Feng opened his eyes excitedly, transforming into a streak of light flying to a higher step.
Bang!
As his boot stepped onto the higher step—the inheritance step—the deeper cultivation techniques immediately flooded into Luo Feng’s mind, and simultaneously, faint sounds emerged from the void beside the inheritance steps.
“Hmm?” Luo Feng turned his head.
Mysterious characters materialized from the void, belonging to the same style as the previous stone tablet inscriptions. Though Luo Feng didn’t recognize the script, he instantly understood the meaning.
“Primary Candidate?” Luo Feng was surprised.
The meaning of the words in the void was—
“Lifeform receiving this inheritance, you have completed one-tenth of the ‘Demon Sound Inheritance’ first stage! The Demon Sound General Inheritance has three stages. Completing the first stage grants the title of ‘Primary Candidate’ and the corresponding reward!”
“The end of the first stage is that distant hall, where the Primary Candidate reward awaits!”
“Work hard!”
Boom~~~
The inheritance steps Luo Feng stood on had already extended very far. At this moment, they continued to stretch into the void, layer after layer. Finally… far, far away, at the end of the inheritance steps, a tiny hall barely visible to the naked eye appeared in the distant void.
“The end of the first stage? The Primary Candidate reward?” Luo Feng gazed at the distant hall in the void, his heart stirring. “I’ve been receiving this inheritance for nearly a year, completing about 300 layers of inheritance content. Yet that’s only one-tenth of the first stage. So the first stage alone has over 3,000 layers?”
The first stage had over 3,000 layers.
Three stages in total.
Assuming the following two stages were similar, it would amount to nearly ten thousand layers!
“Finishing all steps to receive the complete inheritance, when would that ever happen?” Luo Feng couldn’t help but feel astonished inwardly.
That said…
Throughout the billions of years Demon Mountain had existed, hundreds of thousands of lives had received its inheritance, yet not a single one had ever completed the entire inheritance!
“Thinking too much won’t help. First, I must fully complete the first stage inheritance, becoming a ‘Primary Candidate,’ to obtain the reward stored within that hall.” Luo Feng anticipated eagerly. “This inheritance palace is set up impressively; the reward should be equally extraordinary. I wonder what it is—treasures, weapons, battle armor?”
After a brief contemplation, Luo Feng stopped pondering further and fully immersed himself once again in cultivating the inheritance techniques on the inheritance steps. In just a year of receiving this inheritance, his power had already surged several times over.
This inheritance was indeed an extraordinary secret art!
If Luo Feng were to assign it a value—it would be priceless, surpassing even the complete set of “Space-Time Notes!”
“Truly, I should thank Moluo’s kick!” Luo Feng had once exclaimed with gratitude.
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